Original subtitles

[Narrator] Previously on Arctic Air.

(upbeat music) (door banging)

Hang on, we're coming.

Brandon's sick.

You have to check his breathing and his heart rate

every 15 minutes.

Honey, you're gonna be okay, you hear me?

(four wheeler engine revving)

I'm so glad you were here today.

I don't know what I would have done without you.

You're a tough old broad.

You would have done fine.

I love you, too, Mel.

We should get going, Nelson.

Come up and visit me in the spring.

(Caitlin speaking in foreign language)

(plane engine roaring)

(gentle music)

How are things going back here?

Well, the in-flight movie's no hell,

but the scenery's sure making up for it.

Yeah, never gets old.

A fellow could get lost down there.

You got a hunting guide lined up?

I didn't say I was hunting.

No other reason to go to Sibbeston this time of year.

What are you looking for?

Whatsoever comes my way.

At my age, you sort of take things as they come.

You'll be right at home up here, Virgil.

We'll be on the ground in 15.

Let me know if any of the other passengers

are bothering you.

Yeah, okay. (Virgil chuckling)

I'll do that.

(plane engine roaring)

So, how long has it been since you've seen Rita?

Three or four months?

Something like that.

Not that it's any of your business.

Seriously, you think I don't know what's going on?

Mel Ivarson, seeing a new woman every week?

Look, you're trying to get over her,

but you can't because you don't want to get over her.

Thanks, Dr. Phil.

(plane engine roaring)

Why did you end it?

If you like her so much?

Who said I ended it?

I asked her to move to Yellowknife.

She said no.

But she did ask you to dinner tonight.

She invited us to dinner.

Just come along and try to act normal.

(gentle upbeat music)

A cab on every corner, you say?

Somebody'll give you a lift.

Well, nice meeting y'all.

See you later!

(gentle upbeat music)

(gun blasting)

(dramatic music)

(gun blasting)

(dramatic music)

Virgil?

(dramatic music)

Virgil!

(gun blasting)

(dramatic music)

Mel, stay down.

(dramatic music) (singers vocalizing)

(dramatic music)

Virgil?

[Virgil] Yeah!

[Mel] You okay?

Yeah.

This your idea of northern hospitality?

There's never a parade,

but they don't normally shoot at us.

Cal's coming.

(car engine revving)

(gentle music)

(footsteps pattering)

Glad to see you're in one piece.

Yeah, me too.

[Mel] Aw, bullet clipped the oil cooler.

God.

We're gonna have to call Cece and Kirby, get them up here.

We'll call it in from Rita's.

Mel, you guys okay?

Yeah.

Who the hell's shooting at us?

Some kid.

Took off on an ATV.

Joey's gone after him.

What, are they using us as target practice?

No, no, they just shoot out here sometimes.

It's away from town.

I guess, uh, I guess they didn't see the plane.

Kind of hard to miss.

Don't mean to be a pain in the ass, Cal,

but it's gonna cost us money.

Well, maybe Joey'll catch the kid.

What good's that gonna do?

Scare the hell out of him?

Make sure it never happens again?

Can I give you guys a ride to town?

What about the transient center?

Rita's.

Oh, yeah?

You two, uh, getting back together?

Bee's wax.

As in none of yours.

Okay.

(gentle upbeat music)

(indistinct chattering) (gentle music)

9:07.

Which is why I have scones.

Which doesn't mean that you're not seven minutes late.

Blueberry scones.

This adds up to seven minutes,

but it's a one-time offer.

Okay.

Get to work.

You don't approve?

Jury's still out.

What's your take?

On Tommy?

Nice enough kid.

He was in a gang, you know.

Yeah. And he got out.

Turned his life around.

We'll see.

Ah, I get it.

What?

You're in mama bear mode.

I just don't wanna see her get hurt.

I don't think you have to worry about Caitlin.

Tommy is head over heels.

He follows her around like a little puppy dog.

Yeah.

And some puppies turn into dogs that bite.

(Krista chuckling)

Oh.

What's in the box?

Have you been online shopping again?

Not after the little black dress disaster.

(cardboard rustling)

(suspenseful music)

(Loreen gasping)

Is it somebody we know?

(suspenseful music)

(car engine revving)

Hey, hold up, Cal.

(door opening)

Hey, Brandon!

I'm heading to your mom's.

You want a ride?

No, I'm good.

I'll see you there, then.

(footsteps fading)

(door slamming)

Kid still loves you.

Why not?

I only saved his life.

(car engine revving)

So, they're your grandfather's remains?

Great-great-grandfather.

Albert Boyer.

Why is he in a box?

Nah, it's a long story.

Oh, come on, there has to be a short one?

Um, he died in the late 1800s,

but he was dug up during the gold rush.

Prospectors looking for treasure.

Tried their hand at grave-robbing.

Grave-robbers?

Indian artifacts.

Remains, and things buried with them.

They were sold all over the world.

Where did your great-great end up?

In a museum in Winnipeg.

For over 100 years.

So, what happens now?

All hell breaks loose.

Loreen.

Aunt Mary.

It's nice to see you.

Where's Grandpa Albert?

(gentle music)

We can start making arrangements.

(door knocking)

Hello?

(four wheeler engine revving)

Hi.

[Mel] Hi.

Hi, Rita.

[Rita] Hi.

(door slamming)

I should call the office.

Phone's in the kitchen.

(Rita smooching)

So, flight okay?

Yeah, till we landed.

Someone shot at the friggin' plane.

What?

Are you okay?

I am.

Plane ain't.

Cal thought it was some kid.

Target practice.

Travis.

I thought he was done with all that.

Guess not.

Now we're stuck here until we can fly a mechanic up.

(Rita sighing)

Well, you having to spend the night here

wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

Wasn't sure how you'd feel about that.

Now you know.

(footsteps pattering)

No, it's good.

(phone beeping)

So?

Cece is hunting down an oil cooler.

He'll be here tomorrow.

(Mel gasping)

I figured.

I'll call our friend,

let him know we're not gonna make it.

(phone beeping)

(door creaking)

(phone ringing)

Mel?

Not gonna make it this time.

Ran into a hitch.

Uh, is everything okay?

Yeah.

Might even turn out to be a good thing.

I'll send another plane with supplies.

Just make sure you're out of sight

when they make the drop.

So, hey, how's, how's my little sister?

Is Loreen still driving her nuts?

Oh, yeah.

Doesn't like the new boyfriend.

Caitlin has a boyfriend?

She's a teenager, of course she has a boyfriend.

Anything I should be worried about?

Mm-mm.

Loreen's on top of it.

[Nelson] Thanks, Mel.

[Mel] You hang in there.

Yeah, I'm, uh, I'm hanging.

I'll talk to you later.

(phone beeping)

[Loreen] This has nothing to do with your beliefs

or my beliefs, has to do with Albert-

[Aunt Mary] I need to take Grandfather Albert

over to the church, that's all I gotta say to you.

Loreen has taken on a tremendous responsibility.

What do you mean?

Well, when my father dies, we will have to wash him,

wrap him in rich cloth, cremate him,

and then sprinkle his ashes into the Ganges river.

Sounds like a lot of trouble to me.

Only then can his soul find a new home.

Come on, when you're dead, you're dead.

Buried, cremated, whatever, what does it matter?

It matters to Loreen.

As it should.

I am very fond of your bones.

I would care deeply what happens to them.

What makes you think you're gonna see my bones

in 80 years?

Me, I'm gonna be in the middle of my own funeral.

Won't that be kind of hard if you're dead?

No, you know that cop ritual?

Dress up your fallen brother,

take him to his favorite bar for the last time.

What?

Really?

Yeah, a good old-fashioned wake.

Put me in a kilt, prop me up against the bar,

dark rum in front of me,

let me be the life of one more party.

Think anyone would notice the difference?

Boy, that is so funny.

(Krista laughing)

It's about tradition, it's about this tradition.

And you are pushing those beliefs on everybody around you.

(gentle music) (dog barking)

So, what's going on?

I told him he's welcome to stay for supper

and sleep on the couch.

I thought I'd join Virgil at the transient center.

Works for me.

So, saw Brandon earlier.

He's spending the night at a friend's.

Okay, then.

(gun blasting)

(dog barking)

Oh, my God.

(dramatic music) (dog barking)

There.

(dramatic music)

(dog barking) (dramatic music)

Virgil.

(dramatic music)

(dog barking) (dramatic music)

(dog barking)

(Rita panting) (dog barking)

It went through, but he's bleeding badly.

I'm gonna need to get pressure on this wound.

We should get him to the health center.

Here. Come around here.

(Mel groaning)

(footsteps pattering)

[Caitlin] Family reunion?

Meeting.

I'm waiting for reinforcements.

Aunt Mary's tough.

You're gonna need an army.

So.

You and Tommy have been hanging out a lot lately.

He's a friend.

[Loreen] Close friend?

Yeah.

What's wrong with that?

Nothing.

It's just-

Loreen, we're here.

The troops have arrived and not a moment too soon.

Kiri.

(gentle suspenseful music)

[Rita] What the hell's going on here?

I don't know, they keep shooting at him.

He's a stranger.

Why would anyone here wanna shoot at him?

I don't know.

Gotta be a reason.

Cops are on their way, but it's gonna take a while.

Here, let's roll him onto his side.

Here we go.

What have we got?

[Mel] Okay.

I got this.

(gentle suspenseful music)

(scissors clanking)

(gentle suspenseful music)

This makes no sense.

Found this on the ground.

Might be the shooter's.

Well, it's not used for hunting moose.

(footsteps pattering)

(indistinct chattering on radio)

We hiring?

(Krista chuckling)

That's Loreen's family.

I hear Bobby's out of town.

[Krista] Yeah.

Want to have a drink with me and Alex tonight?

I don't know.

I, think I have some things to do around the house.

Come on.

We could shoot some pool.

(Krista chuckling)

You're a sucker for punishment.

Oh, I like to think of it as relentless determination.

You're on, Laviolette.

Okay, Minnesota Fats.

(both laughing)

Just don't break my balls in public, okay?

Can't make any promises.

Big thanks to Loreen for bringing Grandpa Albert home.

(gentle upbeat music)

But now it's a family decision-

Setsi told us what to do.

With all due respect, grandmother isn't here.

You know what she wants.

She's my mother and I love her dearly,

but we don't follow her ways anymore.

Grandpa Albert needs to be put to rest properly.

Some of us do follow those ways.

Setsi wants a Dene ceremony.

That's who Albert was.

If he was alive today, he'd be Christian.

You don't know that.

The service will be at St. Pat's.

His final resting place will be there, in the cemetery.

[Loreen] His final resting place will be on the land.

You know that's what your mother wants.

Family gatherings are a wonderful thing.

(Astrid speaking in foreign language)

I miss the Ostersund biathlons.

You mean that unusual sport

that combines the skiing and the shooting?

(Astrid speaking in foreign language)

My Morfar,

world champion three years in a row.

Until he got the metal plate in his head.

Then he lost his aim a bit.

But he never lost his love of the sport.

So every time we would get together,

he would hold a competition.

Just for the family?

(Astrid speaking in foreign language)

(Astrid sighing)

Hmm.

I miss those winter nights by the fire.

Drinking, (foreign language)

cleaning our guns.

I am surprised you didn't shoot anybody.

I did.

My brother took off his jacket

and was wearing a white t-shirt in the snow.

Not my fault.

He was on crutches for a week.

Not a big deal.

I do miss having my family nearby.

Hmm.

Me too.

We're gonna do it Albert's way!

Hey! (cup thudding)

Is that really necessary?

But, uh, sometimes, it is better to have a continent

and two oceans between us.

(Astrid laughing)

That should do it.

He's got a lot of scars.

I worked the coal mines in Putnam county as a boy.

It's a rough job.

Hey, welcome back.

Beyond rough as a cop.

I'm gonna get something for pain.

You're in Sibbeston Lake.

You've been shot.

You're gonna be fine, but you need to rest.

Looks like you need some clean clothes.

I'll get your stuff at the transient center.

Get a look at who shot you?

No.

(footsteps pattering)

(indistinct chatter on radio)

Hi.

Corporal Patterson.

Is Mel Ivarson here?

Uh, he's not, but I am.

I'm his daughter, Krista.

Some artifacts were stolen from a Winnipeg museum.

Postal records show they were sent here.

Stolen artifacts?

A human skeleton.

Oh, well, I haven't seen anything like that.

A lot of stuff passes through here.

We'll take a look.

Okay.

I'll check back later.

See what you turn up.

Sure.

(indistinct chattering) (footsteps fading)

(door slamming)

You stole them?

Technically, I had them stolen, taken.

They're just,

they're coming home.

Why didn't you just do this legally?

No museum would turn down a request like this.

Because that process could take years.

My Setsi's sick.

She doesn't have a lot of time left.

She wants to see her grandfather laid to rest.

You know you would've done the same thing.

Yeah, probably.

(Loreen sighing)

But now you've dragged Arctic Air into it,

and the cops are involved.

This could get really ugly.

I'm not giving him back.

I'm not saying you have to.

But you can't leave them here.

I just need a little more time,

to get things organized.

Okay.

If the cop comes back, I'll just tell him...

I don't know what I'll tell him,

but I will tell him something.

Thank you.

(Virgil groaning)

Feeling a little bit better over there?

Yeah, just peachy.

You said you'd never been here before, right?

No.

Well, you pissed someone off real good.

Must have been a mistake.

Where's my nurse?

Oh, she'll be back in a minute.

Anything I can do?

Rita, right?

Rita Gilbride.

How'd you know?

Some guy at the transient center must have mentioned it.

How long has she been gone?

I'll go and see what's taking her.

(door clicking open)

(door slamming) Rita?

Here! (suspenseful music)

What the hell are you doing?

I have to find Brandon.

Why?

Your patient needs you.

He'll be fine.

When you last saw Brandon,

did he say where he was going?

You said he was gonna stay at a friend's house.

He didn't say which one!

Rita, what the hell is going on?

Mel, I have to find my son.

Okay, then we'll find him.

(suspenseful music)

(door slamming)

Got you a shirt.

Thanks.

I got something else for you, too.

U.S. Marshal?

Yeah.

So you're not here to hunt, are you?

Didn't want to stir things up.

Or tip someone off.

Who are you looking for?

Is there any way I could help you?

I came for a fugitive named Tanya Pitkins.

She's wanted for murder in West Virginia for 21 years.

I don't know a Tanya Pitkins.

She goes by Rita Gilbride now.

(dramatic music)

(dog barking) (dramatic music)

Michael hasn't seen him.

Maybe he's at Neil's.

Rita, this is crazy.

Just stop.

He lives out by the runway.

Hey, you need to tell me what's going on.

Can we please just find Brandon first?

And then I'll tell you everything.

(dramatic music)

(four wheeler engine revving)

You've got the wrong woman.

Rita's been in Sibbeston Lake-

Seven years.

You've been following her?

Lost her trail in '93.

I tracked her to Eau Claire, Wisconsin,

but I was a day late.

She must've crossed the border in Minnesota.

How do you know you've got the right person?

Facial recognition software.

Somebody posted her picture on Facebook

and I tracked her here.

Wait, let's hold on till the cops get here.

You're hurt.

I'm not letting her get away from me this time.

I know Rita.

She's a good person.

She's helped a lot of people here.

It doesn't change what she did.

[Rita] Brandon!

We gotta talk!

Rita, no one's home!

Well, where is he?

Well, he'll come home eventually.

The kid's gotta eat.

Well, I can't wait!

Is Brandon in trouble?

(Rita sighing)

What is it?

(wind whirling)

You know that man who got shot?

He came to arrest me.

Arrest you?

For what?

(Rita sighing)

Something that happened a long time ago.

I'm wanted for bank robbery,

and murder.

When I was young and pregnant with Brandon,

my boyfriend robbed a bank.

He came back to the car, waving a gun,

and he told me to drive, fast.

Someone ran out, and, I hit a boy.

And I wanted to get out,

and I wanted to make sure he was okay,

but then he put the gun to my head,

and he told me to keep driving.

Your boyfriend didn't have a gun to your head forever.

Why didn't you give yourself up?

(wind whirling)

Because I knew if I went to jail,

they would take my baby away.

So you just ran?

Yes, I ran.

For 20 years.

(gentle suspenseful music)

That's why you wouldn't move to Yellowknife.

You didn't want to be found.

(gentle suspenseful music)

I need to talk to Brandon before Virgil finds me.

All this time.

You didn't trust me enough to tell me?

(Rita sighing)

I've never told anyone.

Except for Brandon.

I'm sorry, I,

I should have told you.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

You should've.

I've got a job to do.

Look, Rita is the lifeline to this community.

She's the closest thing they have to a doctor.

The nearest hospital is a two-hour flight.

The woman took a life!

She's spent the last 20 years saving the people here.

Delivering babies, working with the elders.

That's time she should've spent in prison.

Well, what good would that have done?

Then she'd have lost the years that boy lost.

(door thudding)

(dramatic music)

She's on the run.

Rita just saved your life.

Doesn't matter.

I'm bringing her back.

She has a son.

Just let this go, please.

Look, I'm not a judge.

It's not up to me what happens to her.

I just find her and bring her home, let the courts decide.

Do you even have jurisdiction here?

I intend to do my job.

(dramatic music)

(phone beeping)

Krista, I need you to check something out for me.

That cop come back?

Not yet.

Where'd you hide the bones?

Somewhere safe.

What they did to your grandpa, it's so not right.

No, it isn't.

Don't people get arrested for robbing graves?

Depends.

On what?

Well, if someone digs up someone's non-native

great-great grandpa, it's illegal.

If someone digs up one of our ancestors, it's archeology.

That's bullshit.

[Loreen] Yeah.

If someone digs me up in 100 years and puts me on display,

I'll come back and haunt their whole family.

Yeah, I'll bet you will.

Well, I'm outta here, so.

(Caitlin sighing)

I spoke with Constable McKinnon.

It's all true, about Rita.

God, this is gonna kill Mel.

So Haggard is on the level.

No, no.

She checked him out, too, and he's no longer a marshal.

[Bobby] What?

He retired a couple of years ago.

So why is he still on the case?

Well, the boy who got killed,

he was Haggard's son.

Rita killed Virgil's son?

Bobby, this isn't about arresting her.

It's about revenge.

(dramatic music)

You sure you saw him out near the airport?

Yeah.

I can't believe he'd shoot somebody.

Mom!

You okay?

We've got to get out of here.

Were you actually trying to kill him?

I know the whole story.

I just wanted to scare him, okay?

The bullet hole in his side probably scared him plenty.

I didn't have a choice.

He was heading towards the house, and he had his gun out.

So you shot him?

I couldn't let him take you away.

(footsteps pattering)

■ I'm not scared now ■

This is all my fault.

I should've turned myself in years ago.

No, mom, you can't go to prison.

And I've made you a criminal.

That's the last thing I ever wanted.

That doesn't matter, okay?

We have enough supplies.

We have to get away.

And go where?

(dramatic music)

Constable McKinnon, the police in West Virginia

didn't even know he was here.

I'm telling you, this is a vigilante thing.

Just get your people up here fast.

(phone beeping)

(dramatic music)

(four wheeler engine revving) (dramatic music)

(phone ringing)

Caitlin's phone, but not Caitlin.

Who's this?

Uh, it's Caitlin's boyfriend.

Caitlin's boyfriend, huh?

Yeah, that's right, Tommy.

Who's this?

Just put Caitlin on, okay?

[Tommy] Who did you say this was?

Don't tell me.

Loreen?

I cannot believe you would just-

Why is some guy answering your phone, Caitlin?

Are you okay?

You can't just talk to people!

It's not safe!

Well, maybe you shouldn't let other people

answer your phone.

[Mel] Now they know where you are,

they're not gonna give up looking.

If we can just get out of town

before the other cops show up, we should be all right.

We can hide.

We've done it before.

It's not gonna be easy.

[Brandon] I don't care.

Brandon, you know what this means, right?

You leave everything behind forever.

No friends, no texting- - I know, I know.

We're starting all over again.

It will be okay.

Okay.

We've got to try.

Maybe if you just turned yourselves in-

We'd both go to jail.

I don't care about me, but what about Brandon?

They don't go easy on people who shoot cops.

You sure this is what you want?

He's only 20.

He's got his whole life ahead of him.

All right.

Thank you.

I'll call a friend, get you a plane.

He can land north of here and pick you up.

All right, let's go.

Brandon,

I'm so sorry.

(gentle music) (indistinct chattering)

[Woman] Flying out tomorrow-

You're really not gonna tell me who called before?

Why do you care so much?

I just didn't know there was another guy.

Oh, so you're jealous?

(Tommy scoffing)

I wouldn't say, jealous exactly.

Well, what would you say, exactly?

I would say you're not telling me who that guy was.

A cousin from back home, calling to say hi.

As long as he's not a kissing cousin.

Definitely not.

I don't spend much time kissing anyone else anymore.

Not "much" time?

Okay, none.

You've got a lot to answer for.

There's tons of broken hearts out there.

Well, at least you're not full of yourself.

(singer vocalizing)

(car engine revving)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(phone ringing)

I'm not leaving without grandfather Albert.

Where is he?

Somewhere safe.

Don't think you can steal him and get away with it.

I didn't steal him.

We placed his remains-

Are we talking about the missing artifacts?

No.

Because we're getting a lot of calls from the museum.

We need to send them back.

If by "artifacts," you mean Grandpa Albert, then yes.

A human being, with family who loved and cherished him.

I'm sorry.

Whoever it is, we're talking about stolen property.

Property?

Look, who stole what here?

What about the people who dug up our ancestor

and dragged his bones to your Wheti museum?

Those were the real thieves.

I wonder if the press would be interested in this story?

I bet they would.

"Women seek to take their beloved ancestor

out of a dusty museum and bury him with love and respect."

"White male cop persecutes first nations women,

who seek to give a family member a proper burial."

(gentle upbeat music)

Okay, then.

"The bones have not been recovered.

Investigation closed due to insufficient personnel."

Sounds about right.

Ha. Good choice.

Ladies.

(indistinct chattering on radio)

(Loreen laughing)

Don't think we'll see him again.

Nope.

(both laughing)

Now we can organize for a church burial.

Setsi wants him buried at Habinaw Lake

in the traditional way.

I won't let him burn in hell.

He needs to be buried by a priest.

This is not your place, Loreen.

Okay, Auntie.

We'll do it your way.

Thank you, my girl.

You're doing the right thing.

I'll tell everyone the good news.

(gentle music)

(four wheeler engine revving) (dramatic music)

(four wheeler engine revving) (dramatic music)

Mel!

Rita!

[Mel] In here!

(door banging)

Hurry!

(dramatic music)

(hardware clanking)

(door creaking)

He took my mom.

(dramatic music)

He's got a gun.

He's gonna kill her.

Don't worry, we'll get your mom back.

Any idea where he went?

The building next door.

Hurry up, come on.

Brandon, we're gonna find your mom,

we've just got to be smart about this.

What do you want me to say?

I'm sorry?

I am.

More than I can possibly tell you.

You had a son.

You watched him grow up, and become a man.

Tell me, what was that like?

Tell me.

Because I'll never know.

(somber music)

My wife and I used to see families,

together in the park, eating dinner, in church,

and she would always wonder,

"what kind of a man would he have been?"

Virgil, I am so-

(somber music)

And it just killed me to hear her.

And before she died, I promised her.

I promised her that I would find you,

and I would make you pay for what you stole from us.

Please.

[Virgil] No!

You have to listen to me, please.

It's no excuse, but,

when that happened, I was young.

I was stupid, and I made a horrible choice,

and running away just made it worse.

And it haunts me every single day.

Do what you have to do, but if I could take it back,

you have to know that I would-

But you can't!

You can't take it back!

Virgil, don't do this.

I told you to stay out of this!

The police are on their way!

Just put the gun down.

She took my boy from me.

I know.

I know she did.

Look, I have a son, and I can't imagine-

You can't imagine.

You can't imagine!

(Virgil sobbing)

Now, if somebody took your son and killed him,

you tell me, what would you do?

I-

That's exactly what I thought.

[Mel] Virgil!

(gun blasting)

(both groaning)

Mom, come on, let's go.

Let's get out of here.

I'm sorry for taking your son from you.

(somber music)

Rita?

Please don't take mine from me.

(Rita breathing heavily)

I can't keep running.

[Mel] What are you doing?

I made that mistake once.

If you go with him-

I know.

I'm tired.

Take me.

Mom.

Leave my son out of this.

(somber music)

Well, how's Brandon?

He must be a mess.

Yeah, he's torn up, but he's a tough kid.

What's going to happen to her?

They'll take her to Yellowknife.

She'll get a lawyer, and we'll just have to wait

for the extradition hearing, I guess.

I can't believe it.

Is there any way around it?

I don't know.

[Krista] How's my dad?

(Bobby chuckling)

Ah, he's Mel.

Well, bring him home soon, okay?

I will.

You're saying it was an accidental discharge?

A man gets old, he gets careless.

[Police Officer] So you shot yourself?

It's kind of foolish, I guess.

You know you're facing some pretty serious charges.

I know.

I was a lawman for a long time.

Weren't acting like one today.

No.

I did what I had to do.

Now she has to pay for what she's done.

(footsteps approaching)

(somber music)

I, uh.

My bank card's in my wallet.

The pin number's 0515, it's your birthday.

There should be enough in there

to keep you going for a while.

I'll be okay, mom.

I'll pack up my stuff here,

and Mel said he'd fly me down to YK.

I love you.

I love you.

It's not quite the reunion I was hoping for.

I am so sorry.

Don't.

Just, um,

just come back.

(somber music)

Keep an eye on Brandon for me, okay?

(somber music)

(footsteps fading)

(somber music)

(car door slamming)

(somber music)

(indistinct chattering)

Oh, hey!

What are you looking at?

Nothing.

Okay, I don't know if I really wanna know.

Okay, you caught me.

I'm looking at, crotches, nurses and kisses.

Pool shots.

Really?

Yup.

And I'm ready for you.

Let's go, Fats.

Well, I'm sorry,

but I am gonna have to take a rain cheque.

I've got to help Loreen with something.

Oh.

It's kind of important.

Another time?

Sure.

It'll give me a chance to brush up on,

hickeys, jaws, and, snakes?

(Krista chuckling)

Who comes up with this stuff?

(car engine revving)

[Krista] You're doing the right thing.

I hope so.

You didn't have to come.

I know.

But this is important.

You know what Bobby went through,

not knowing what happened to his dad.

But after he found the wreckage-

He could move on.

Yup.

This stuff matters.

Saying goodbye.

What are you gonna tell Aunt Mary?

The truth.

Setsi always said,

"home is where the bones of your ancestors are buried."

I'll tell her I brought him home.

(fire crackling) (drums beating)

(singers vocalizing) (drums beating)

(somber music) (drums beating)

■ I ain't no Saint ■

■ Nor never will be ■

■ Till the sweet apple grows ■

■ On a sour apple tree ■

You know these things can drag on for a few years,

especially with a good lawyer.

I'll make a few phone calls when I get home.

I think it'll help that she gave herself up-

Bobby.

(somber music)

■ But still I hope ■

■ The time will come ■

■ When you and I ■

■ Shall be as one ■

(gentle upbeat music)